On the mountain

this work was originally submitted as part of a larger collection of poems. I resubmitted it because i noticed that other poetry authors submitted their works one at a time. I have also submitted this work to turnitin.com, which would explain why this would appear to be unoriginal, even though it isn't.

On the Mountain

I felt the stinging truth blowing straight across my face And I knew the drifting frost should be hurting I took another step to my starving dying pace And I thought my very soul must be burning

fire with the numbing pain Sight and sound gone weary Deadly snow in place of rain too real a world gone dreary

hearing through the howling wind seeing though the snow persevering so the mind can mend to live and die but grow

peering for a moment to gaze into the mountain side I found out what hope meant I found the courage not to hide

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